Back with the stitched man—
The officer kept firing.
Rounds chipped away more of its arms, tearing chunks loose with each impact. Flesh broke apart under sustained fire, pieces dropping away as the creature was forced to adjust its stance.
He used it.
Stepped back.
Created space.
Don saw it.
Adjusted.
He released the hold on the pincers.
Immediately redirecting everything—
Toward her.
Both his hands snapped forward.
Palms open.
The force intensified.
The woman's body jerked violently mid-air as the telekinetic grip tightened, locking her in place despite the anchors still embedded into the ground. Her limbs strained against it, hair thrashing outward in chaotic bursts as she fought to break free—
Didn't matter.
The man with the knife closed in.
Five meters—
Three—
One—
—
Above—
The snipers recovered from the ringing as well.
CRACK—!
CRACK—!
